It has come to my attention, but I don't quit understand
Could something like this be a part of God's plan
Could it really be that through the gift of poetry
That the world would be reminded of how life is supposed to be
And who am I to address situations so complex
Or expect people to give an ear to the way I handle stress
Would it even be wise for them to know my thoughts
On the storms that I have faced or the battles I have fought
Would it be, could it be a blessing or a curse for me
That they might be inspired by words written by me
A sorry sinful wretch, a filthy rag at best
With a million mistakes made,and as many sins to confess
Stumbling through life trying to find my way
Falling fearfully in prayer just to make it through the day
Who in their right mind would take a note from me
I don't instruct, I don't advise, I just right poetry
To me it is just a way that I relieve my stress
An easy way to put into words thoughts hard for me to express
Situations hard to deal with, concerns that I may have
Problems that sit before me as I learn to be a dad
My imperfections as a husband, My challenges as a man
Just my thoughts on paper as I figure out a plan
Could all this really be true what I hear these people say
If it is true then it is up to you Lord show me the way
As for me I'll keep on writing the things that are on my mind
And if it's so then let me know, and they can have these words of mine
